Blessed Lyrics

Blessed Lyrics

GloRilla

Woo, ayy

On the gang

On the, on the gang

He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me (Yup)

He got all of these lil' bitches and the biggest one is me (Yup)

Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea

I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin' 'cause I be smokin' weed

It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need

And sweetie, if you want lil' buddy back, you gotta tell me please (Tell me please)

Money long, check (Check), pussy good, check (Let's go)

Mama straight, check (Ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed

Right now I'm on they ass and I don't plan on lettin' up (Fuck 'em)

We probably wouldn't be poppin' shit if nobody was mad at us (Ahh)

I'd rather give the people hope, it's pointless to be givin' fucks

Cuban 'round my neck, look like my opps when they be linkin' up ('Cause they pissy)

Ayy, I'm in Cali now, now I'm in NYC

On the way to MIA (Where you from?), but I'm from Tennessee

Livin' in the suburbs now, I still got ratchet tendencies (On the gang)

I'm juiced up, now they throwin' shots, I still be drinkin' Hennessy (Ooh-wee)

My yellow bumpin' ass, I'm feelin' like a speed bump (Ayy)

All these labels watchin', lookin' at me like I need help

My cousin in a toxic situation, need to free her

See me at the top, a ho can't pay me shit to meet up (On the gang)

Bills paid, check (Let's go), edges slayed? Check (Yeah)

Bitches hatin'? Yup (Hahaha), do it faze me? Uh-uh

Pussy clean? Yup, you shop on Shein? Yup

They makin' memes (Hahaha), on the gang

He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me (Yup)

He got all of these lil' bitches and the biggest one is me (Yup)

Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea

I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin' 'cause I be smokin' weed

It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need

And sweetie, if you want lil' buddy back, you gotta tell me please (Tell me please)

Money long, check (Check), pussy good, check (Let's go)

Mama straight, check (Ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed

She got ninety-nine problems, I can solve every one

She got nine to ten niggas, I may rob every one

I'ma north nigga, rep them three numbers, 901

Man, I'm paranoid, I ain't goin' nowhere without a gun (I am)

When I tell a ho that blicky extendo stickin' out her purse (Purse)

And she know I fucked her friend, but we tryna make that shit work

And we both come from the bottom (Bottom), matchin' APs, rockin' Prada

I may let her count a couple million dollars

Get the pussy wet, man, you a gangster on the internet (Twitter)

Ninety-nine opps but where yo' shooters at? (What y'all shootin' at?)

I got ninety-nine soldiers and I can feed every one

All the guys that got a bond, I freed every one

I got five or six homes, I got ten or twelve cars

I ain't trickin' to no bitch 'fore I take care my niggas behind bars

She say I'm thinkin' wit' my dick, I guess I'm thinkin' really hard (Hard)

'Cause I'Il give a bitch a check before I give a ho my heart (Yeah, on the gang)

He got ninety-nine problems and the biggest one is me (Yup)

He got all of these lil' bitches and the biggest one is me (Yup)

Keep a mug up on my face, I know they tryna get the tea

I don't be fucked up 'bout nothin' 'cause I be smokin' weed

It's cool to have a man, but that ain't somethin' I need

And sweetie, if you want lil' buddy back, you gotta tell me please (Tell me please)

Money long, check (Check), pussy good, check (Let's go)

Mama straight, check (Ayy), right now I'm feelin' blessed